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| METAMORPHOSIS OF THE CHIMEREAS |
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By deciding to come to me
you follow me into an atmosphere
of metamorphosis of make believe.
The one who multiplies tenfold
and reconstructs the myths,
it is me.
I like taming your flesh,
your mammary areolas,
such as big milky breasts.
Inflexible and very inequitable,
you yield before my discipline.
That you are a starlet
or a men-women as a sex object,
you travel in my space.
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I open the cocoon which envelopes your fantasies so that they come true.
Submitted, slaves at last bonded to my will.
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